Pittsburgh at Boston – Game 2
Oh what a beautiful game hockey is. This one was a classic. If you are a fan of the game, I’m sure there are games that stand out in your mind from years gone by, that you remember as just being damn fine hockey.
From recent years, you may recall matches between the Kings and the Black Hawks. From twenty years back (or was it more?), you may remember Avs vs the Red Wings or either of those two against the Stars. Back when those teams were tweaked in the prior summer to deal with just such anticipated meetings ten months later. Further back there were Islanders vs Oilers, or Habs vs Bruins.
These two teams are very good. The were moments of brilliance, when incredible passes found their way to snipers who sniped, there were big hits where you couldn’t help but wince from your chair as the hit rippled through your wireless connection thru the TV right into your body at home, and there were crazy saves by goalies that left players shaking their heads.
There were the typical shots of players, heads down on the bench as the game wore on, out of breath, or in pain inflicted by the puck, a hit, or perhaps just left over from a prior game, the cumulative effect simply not going away even with the mid-game adrenaline pumping away.
And of course, there was emotion, with players chirping and hacking away.
Not much to separate these two and yet someone has to win, no? Pasta, with his toothy/ toothless grin, pulled the trigger on a beauty 10 minutes into overtime, with the perfection line stealing the Pen’s playbook by using those crazy cross-ice / cross-seam passes that left the Pen’s defender stretched, not quite far enough, and sprawling haplessly as the puck found its way between all of them to Pasta’s stick, just for a instant before he hammered it into the twine.
Series tied 1-1.